Jan 15 - 10
I sent you a letter from Follett and one from Judge yesterday -- the one in answer to “My love to the goat.” He does not mention the [fudge?], which, under the circumstances, is very wise.
Last night, we had the nearest thing to hazing they do here. The Juniors in our hall [invited?] us all out and made us do stunts for them
I had started some fudge before we were called out, and had to leave it, but
The new snow is being swept off the lake, and we are going skating this afternoon.
Our geometry note-books which went a third toward our credit were handed in yesterday, and there were no corrections in mine. We had a Latin lecture yesterday which was not very good, but the day before, we had one on history - the “Mediaeval Town” - which was extremely interesting.
At class meeting yesterday
I cannot realize that it was only Wednesday that you left, Mother -- it seems
There is a song practise at eleven this morning, and a meeting of “Students” after chapel tonight. They are going to vote on a new
Mother, will you send me “‘93,” and “All That is Lovely”? I told you that I would remind you again.
As the exams get nearer, we seem to dread them less. They will be all over in two weeks from yesterday.
Judge sent me a hop card, too, with “Ciribiribin” -- (“If you only will”) marked on it.
With dearest love,